A/N: My diary and discoveries make me more whole so I owe a lot to this whole chapter of my life.
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I had been done with therapy but kept up with my journal. I was in tenth grade when I began to realize something was strange.
August 15, 1992
We celebrated Dad's birthday (Hank) in North Carolina. It was a long drive but it's been fun. I had never seen the ocean and I hated to leave. I loved the whole journey. It was the longest car ride I have ever taken. We just got back. I took my journal but I mostly forgot about it while we were out. I'm tired so I'm going to bed. I'll write more later. Don't worry I took tons of pictures. I'm making a scrapbook with Mom's help.
August 15, 1992
I also had fun in North Carolina but you never asked me! I loved walking on the beach on the full moon and the smell of the salt water. It was so romantic if I had a boyfriend. It was very beautiful. I tried lobster for the first time and absolutely loved it. I had never seen the ocean before either and it was amazing. It ruins lakes and ponds for sure. The ocean was just so vast and wild. I can't wait to go back.
August 16, 1992
Who wrote in my journal! This is my private journal! If you touch my journal every again, I'll tell Mom! I don't appreciate it at all. Leave it alone!!!
August 17, 1992
You make me laugh Cayden! I know you don't know me just yet but I'm here with you, silly! I'm here.
August 17, 1992
Uh, who are you! I have been in my room all day?
August 17, 1992
I don't really know my name but I like Cay. Yet. You can call me what you like but I'm part of you, I guess. I've been here for a few years, keeping you safe. I'm with another but he doesn't talk much.
August 17, 1992
What's happening? I don't understand this? It's 9:22 Pm.
It's 9:24 PM and I don't know either. I've been here since your mom died, I guess. I don't know how but I was getting a little stronger and braver when I realized we were the same person or in the same person. We have different handwriting, Cayden. Yours sucks.
9:30 Pm: Mine does not suck...okay it sucks! Yours isn't that wonderful. That girl Susan in our class, she has amazing handwriting!
9:32 PM I know it! It's so neat and pretty. Mine's more legible than yours though!
9:33 Pm So, I'm Cayden? What do I call you? Hey?
9:34 PM....Why don't you capitalize the M in PM?
9:35 Pm I don't want to. So? What do I call you?
9:36 PM The M is also important like me. I'm important too. I'm the queen...call me Queen Penelope!
9:38 Pm... I'm not calling you that! I'm Cayden so I can call you Cay?
9:45 PM I had to think about that. I like it. It's part of your name like I'm part of you. Really.... You really can't fix that M!
9:46 Pm.... Nope. Why? It's my journal!, Cay!
9:48 PM Sweetie, it's our journal! And it's annoying! MMMMMMM How hard is that?
9:50 Pm I'm gonna start making my letters capital just randomly in my handwriting too! Just a random H or O in the midDle. ThiS iS fUn.
9:51 PM Cayden, you are soo mean! That is just wrong!
YOU ARE READING
My Broken Bowl
Short StoryI have DID or Dissociative Identity Disorder... and that is what this story is about. It's about my personal journey learning about myself and living my life with five other people. It was tough to write so I hope you like it..... This is my life...
